Disclaimer: Okay, I didn't put one of these in the first two chaps, so here you go. I don't own DNAngel, (that means Dark, Krad, etc.) And I don't own Rikaru. She's my friend's character, therefore I don't own her. Logical enough, I think.

Special thanks to AmenKitty, Shimmering Solitude, and my other reviewer whom I feel ashamed because I cannot fully remember your name. But I know you reviewed and the first part of your name is Princess. This chapter is set on the night AFTER Dark and Jenny meet; the night he said he'd take her out. Enjoy.

Chapter 3

"What part of no do you not understand?" Dark challenged, pulling a black sleeveless shirt over his head. Krad sat on the windowsill, smirking. (A/N: I'm not very good at Krad; I've not yet seen what he's like. Bear with me, please!)

"You won't tell me anything about this girl of yours, so I have to see for myself. Besides," He shrugged. "I've got nothing better to do."

Dark ran a hand through his unruly purple hair. He was so not prepared for Krad to go with him; after all, he was going for level four stalking. (Climbing through someone's window without getting caught. If you want the stalking scale, you just let me know.) "I pity you." He mocked. "C'mon, With." (Okay, seriously, bear with me here, I know his name is supposed to be Wiz, but in the anime it's With.)

"Kyuu!" The little white rabbit-like creature squeaked, transforming into a pair of jet black wings and attaching to Dark's back. The angel turned to glare at Krad.

"You're not going with me. End of story." He said in a finalizing way, pushing past Krad and taking off into the darkness.

Jenny stood in front of her bedroom mirror, pulling at the hem of her denim pleated mini-skirt. Rika had insisted that she wear it on her "date," as well as a t-shirt that was a bit tight on her. It said "Don't give me your attitude; I have my own."

She really didn't want to wear the mini-skirt. Especially around Dark.

Flashback

"Rika, I don't want to wear it!" Jenny growled, glaring at the skirt in her older sister's hands.

"Well damn it, why not?" Rika asked, frustrated.

"Because…" Jenny blushed furiously. "I feel stupid enough as it is…I've never felt so stupid around a boy in my life, so God only knows how much worse it'll be if you make me wear that." She explained. Rika sighed.

"Jenny, I want you to do me a favor, ok?" She suggested. "You owe me anyways, so just wear the thing and we'll call it even."

Jenny paused. "Since when do I owe you?" She challenged.

"Since last week when you stole my favorite pair of Mudd jeans so you could wear them to a party." Rika replied flatly.

End flashback

"How did I get myself into this?" Jenny groaned, twisting slightly and watching the skirt follow her movements. She sighed, taking a remote from her bedside table and turning on her stereo. Everything You Want by Vertical Horizon played and as she sat down on her bed to think, she gazed over at the rose on her dresser. (A/N: I'm going to type the song, because I love it and it's what the story is based on. I don't own it.)

Somewhere there's speaking; it's already coming in. Oh, and it's rising at the back of your mind. You never could get it unless you were fed it. Now you're here, and you don't know why.

Her mind focused on Dark's purely angelic face as she gazed at the beautiful rose. No…it wasn't his face…it was the millions of feelings that ran through her veins when his lips had met hers. Feelings she swore she would never have again.

But under skinned knees and the skid marks, past the places where you used to learn, you howl and listen, listen and wait for the echoes of angels who won't return.

She stood up, grabbing her hairbrush. Enough was enough; she was already annoyed with herself for accepting his offer of a date. As the chorus of the song played, she brushed out some imaginary knots in her hair.

He's everything you want, he's everything you need, he's everything inside of you that you wish you could be. He says all the right things at exactly the right time, but he means nothing to you and you don't know why.

Pulling her hair back into a high ponytail and tying it there with an elastic band, she absently picked up a necklace from her dresser. It had a locket pendant with a picture of her parents inside, sterling silver to match its chain. Looking down at the floor, she reached behind her neck and tried to clasp it.

After several attempts at "Operation Necklace Hook," she felt someone take the two chain ends from her and hook them for her. She immediately whirled around and looked up into those same deep amethyst eyes belonging to Dark. He smiled at the look of surprise on her face.

"Miss me?" He quizzed.

Jenny shook off the shock, mentally kicking herself for feeling so flustered. "I…guess you could say that." She answered, turning off her stereo and looking away from him.

"Well Angel, are you ready to go?" He asked sweetly, holding out a hand for her.

She blushed ever so faintly at the nickname, taking his hand. She almost made herself say "my name's not Angel, it's Jenny" but changed her mind. No sense in trying to change a boy's mind once he had it made up.

Dark quickly looked her up and down, trying not to smirk. "Nice skirt." He said sweetly. His attempts at not smirking failed when he saw her blush a brilliant crimson.

"Oh, be quiet…" She muttered.

Author: Ok, it's not done, you caught me. The rest of the chap that I wrote seems absolutely pointless to me, so you get this. I've already written up seven chapters, but it'll take me awhile to get on and post them. For now, enjoy Read and review please! Later, all.

Dark's Angel